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This one is a sad one . . .

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"He was a great protector of this city. He will forever be remembered as Peter Parker, the teenager behind the mask that made a difference at such a young age. He didn't deserve this, but what is this world without sacrifice anymore? We have turned any of our emotions into hatred. We have different opinions so the world was hard to guess on what to do. Spiderman was one saving grace that made a difference and helped us through things we couldn't seem to make a guess on. How many times must something like this happen before we make a change?! Peter Parker died saving a every single person from a collapsing building. He was the last one to try and get away, and he knew that Tower was going to collapse before he was able to leave. What did he do? HE STAYED AND SACRIFICED HIMSELF SO THE REST OF US COULD STAND HERE ON THE REMEMBRANCE DAY! New York, I'd like to make a monument of Spiderman, right in the time square! For his bravery, I announce today as RECOGNIZE OUR HEROES DAY!" The crowd cheered and the cameras went off. That was a week ago . . .

Tony rubbed his face as he set down his cup of alcohol that hadn't seemed to work for the past week. He hadn't cleaned himself in a week. He hadn't talk to anyone. No one could talk about what happened. Peter wouldn't want this. He wouldn't want to be revealed like this. Tony didn't want him to be. To he pronounced dead and everyone now knows who Spiderman is.

"Tony, w-where is the bathroom?" May was here. She put her glasses on her head and rubbed her sore, red eyes.

"May, we have got to talk. I'm so sorry, I tried to get there. I tried, all I could do was watch in horror. That tower came down on him- Oh god he's gone. I'm never going to see him. Never going to be able to say Underoos to his face and watch that damn smile. May, I can't say how sorry I am. Instead of trying to find pain pills that worked for him I should have been finding a way to reverse his powers. . ." Tony started to cry. He was crying like he didn't know what was real anymore. He cried to the fact that something he finally could love and show emotion to was gone. That's the whole reason he shut people out in the first place.

"Stark, I can't be mad at you. It was never your fault. That's what Peter always said. Because now I really truly know how much you cared for my nephew. Tony, this isn't your fault. It really wasn't. He did what he thought was the right thing. It may not seem like that to us but he had more sense than we ever could." May cried. She fought her tears as the screamed to come out.

"May, he was one hell of a kid. I loved him. I never got to tell him how much I loved him. Actually, I had many times to say that. I just was so scared that something like this would happen. It did, it did and now I'm sitting here reminding myself that I never got to say what was on my mind about Peter. Peter was the one thing I still had to love. May, I couldn't imagine how much pain you are in right now." Tony was now standing and looking at the smaller woman.

"I love you Tony. I love what you have done for my boy. You are a good friend. You were his father. Someone once told me that in war, fathers bury their sons. That's what this was. A battle that we couldn't beat." May hugged the playboy. The billionaire that seemed like a jackass to everyone.

Tony returned the tight, pain filled hug. The hug that let everyone know that these two would get through the pain. They'd remember Peter Parker as a hero, son, nephew, teenager, and most of all a boy that saw the world different that any other.